twista - mob up lyrics
yeah, mobsta style for you m-th-f-ckas
you know what i’m sayin’
we fin to bring this sh-t like this here
this m-th-f-ckin’ chi sh-t, check it out
the n-gg-s in my mob can’t be touched
you best to mob up to come f-ckin’ with us, oh no
n-gg-s in my mob bring the heat
you best to mob up f-ckin’ with the elite, oh no
you just a b-tch in the sky, i hear cries
’cause you can’t whistle for your guys
surprise when you saw this pistols in your eyes
so i peal like mere mortals, bet i shoot bl–dy portals
to m-th-f-ckas who owe us, n-gg-s die
causin’ horrifyin’ [incomprehensible]
my p-ssion for blastin’ made me an -ss-ssin’
on all enemies that work us
whose purpose is to serve [incomprehensible]
timbs ’til they high and they hurt us
murders got us murders, i pull my weed and gun out
blastin’ ’til they run in the house while i got the blunt in my mouth
we in a rage bustin’ rapidly like when i’m on stage
it don’t get no rougher than liffy stokes, twista and mayz
in the blood of your day, then lay flat on your back
then while he f-ckin’ your hoe
the mob gon’ be straight coppin’ you stack
your mob lacks, i’ma defeat you run three-two on contact
cogniac, get me strapped with the black gat
itchin’ to bomb back
hoes can’t get no sleep
bullets h-t your chin for the grief that you bring us
shots h-t his face as he grabs his chest
then we watch him bleed through his fingers
now come on, come all, but if all come all fall, f-ck all y’all
we road dawgs, then i come gunnin’, n-gg-s runnin’ like they sold y’all
in the heat of the night, the [incomprehensible] static we start up
guards up, while we come strapped they come ready to mob up
if it’s static, one of my n-gg-s gon’ get two n-gg-s
two of my n-gg-s gon’ get four n-gg-s
four of my n-gg-s gon’ get more n-gg-s
that’s more triggers meaning more killers
you m-th-f-ckas better mob up
if it’s static, one of my n-gg-s gon’ get two n-gg-s
two of my n-gg-s gon’ get four n-gg-s
four of my n-gg-s gon’ get more n-gg-s
that’s more triggers meaning more killers
you m-th-f-ckas better mob up
it’s a static, it’s automatic, so grab the automatics
and pumps and pull the triggers
and make some n-gg-s look acrobatic
i was cold but frantic, the foes have panicked
they got bloods blew out their dome, bet the bullets run rapid
i kept bustin’ for the love of hustlin’ squeezin’ my wesson
ruger, gang [incomprehensible] maneuvers
n-gg-s wanna be bruisers but i’m a shooter
f-ck the squad, because when it’s said and done
liffy stokes will do some poppin’
[incomprehensible]
n-gg- the devil’s knockin’ at your f-ckin’ door
with some hot ones and toe
and ready to hit ’em with nothin’ less than four
n-gg- let me go, i’m ’bout to pop this b-tch
you know you know the lick, art of the mobsta click
f-ck the argument
mob elite’s runnin’ up apartments
kickin’ in doors pistol whippin’ hoes be heartless
searches as the bullets marches between your arches
make one call and wait and reload the cartridge
if it’s static, one of my n-gg-s gon’ get two n-gg-s
two of my n-gg-s gon’ get four n-gg-s
four of my n-gg-s gon’ get more n-gg-s
that’s more triggers meaning more killers
you m-th-f-ckas better mob up
if it’s static, one of my n-gg-s gon’ get two n-gg-s
two of my n-gg-s gon’ get four n-gg-s
four of my n-gg-s gon’ get more n-gg-s
that’s more triggers meaning more killers
you m-th-f-ckas better mob up
you can’t even mess with a mobsta, n-gg-, is you sick in the head
i torture that -ss and have you overdosing on lead
or maybe i just leave you cut up, drippin’ and dead
with your crew skippin’ town scared
my lead gon’ lead their -ss red
don’t get misled, don’t mistake me for somebody but a soldier
the elite n-gg-s got more death than aids and ebola
getting old and colder
i be quick to [incomprehensible] start uppin’
but that chip off your m-th-f-ckin’ shoulder
behold the stack folder, gun holder, aka blunt roller
mayz if i die for you get your [incomprehensible]
and trap holder
to hurt particular n-gg-s comin’ with perpendicular figures
crushin’ triggers, y’all n-gg-s better bring back some memos
it really don’t matter if that n-gg- pack a glock or a gauge
’cause whatever the f-ck mayz blaze gon’
make him see his last day
takin’ ’em out, my life and makin’ sure his cast stays
jack ’em for his last days, that’s how livin’ fast pay
n-gg-, you know the word on the street
it’s the mobsta elite that’s servin’ the streets
to the rockin’ these beats
you better have a nice way to greet us than rolling with your guys
and you could still die in a multiple homicide
if it’s static, one of my n-gg-s gon’ get two n-gg-s
two of my n-gg-s gon’ get four n-gg-s
four of my n-gg-s gon’ get more n-gg-s
that’s more triggers meaning more killers
you m-th-f-ckas better mob up
if it’s static, one of my n-gg-s gon’ get two n-gg-s
two of my n-gg-s gon’ get four n-gg-s
four of my n-gg-s gon’ get more n-gg-s
that’s more triggers meaning more killers
you m-th-f-ckas better mob up
let’s mob up
the n-gg-s in my mob can’t be touched
you best to mob up to come f-ckin’ with us, oh no
n-gg-s in my mob bring the heat
you best to mob up f-ckin’ with the elite, oh no
the n-gg-s in my mob can’t be touched
you best to mob up to come f-ckin’ with us, oh no
n-gg-s in my mob bring the heat
you best to mob up f-ckin’ with the elite, oh no
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